Ordinary Chair

It just sit there, on it four legs
Just waiting, and waiting, I wonder
If a sound can come out.
What would it be?
What would it say?
Would it scream in pain,
From the pressure of different weight?
Or would it like to be move.
Does it like being what it is?
Would it want to trade place, with anything?
Do it know that it is wanted?
That it can ease someone pain.
Help me rest my feet when I get tired
Or sometimes I rather just laid down in it,
And think while flipping channel,
Or just daydream of lying on a beach.
I feel comfortable in it present,
It helps ease my stress.
Oh, how I love sitting
In this old ordinary chair.

The Earth

I Love the world, I love the earth,
I Want to traveled ever where.
London, Paris, maybe Tokyo.
Small places, big places, spice it up from different places.
I want to see so many different things, take it in, and be opened minded.
I want to learn different style, knowing how the world is outside.
It good to experience and travel to different places while seeing different faces.

A world apart

I have always hated her, her smile, these face starting at me, is like I am looking at my self. Why do I always have to be the burden, the unnoticed, the curse, feels left out, work twice as hard just to catch up with her; It was as if she was one step ahead of me. I wish she was never born, I wish she would just disappear, and never been born, because of her I am consider the “uninvited.” She was me, her pain was my pain, l suffered because of her, when she smile I cry, when I simile she cry. Why can’t I learned to love her, she was me after all, am I jealous of her, or is it because I never get them to notice me, and my pain. She was the ideal child, smart, pretty, and good at every thing. In my household there is room for only one child the “perfect child” if you are not perfect, you are an outcast or useless. She was the center of attention, her future was planed out for her, her expectation was very high and she was the most gifted one. She was in my spotlight, and I wanted her gone. Finally------------ she was gone, gone for good. My pain was ease, my ease was pain, she was my blood, she was my twin, same wound, but different world.

Shattered Dreams

That smile that lighten up a room,
Those eyes that shine through the dark,
Oh how she wonder of what will come,
When her prince become of age.
So many dreams,
So many ideas stuffed in this little head,
Being overwhelmed of the expense.
Dress like this, talk like that, eat this,
Read that, how long can it last.
This pressure to become something so big,
Someone so successful, would they ever give up
Of trying to mold me into their dreams?
How I hate this life, wishing to be free, but can’t bare the pain
I will put them through.
Should I care, do they care?
Do they even see me or see only a tool?
It doesn’t matter,
This is what is happening, what is becoming of their prince.
The rebelling has begun,
I am finished, I am a junkie.
Their dreams have become shattered.

Friends

Tick, tack, goes the clock, wondering when it will stop.
Waiting on the noisy ball to ring,
Can’t wait to see my lively friends.
I love their laugh; I love their smile,
They make my day really bright.
We fight some times, and get back together;
There is nothing better than the good times we share together.
I come to school, I see there shining faces,
I’m going to make the best of my wishes.

A Moment of failure

The sand is red, as dark as blood,
The Slitter of the innocent never fades.
Killing and distorting will never end,
Why can’t we learn to live in this land, with out no blood share?
The cry of the innocent echo over the land,
Never will touch a human hand.
They feel the pain that burn inside,
Not getting a second chance to live outside.
There spirit wonder, over this sorrow earth,
Crying and seeing all the innocents’ death.
In a blink of an eye, when a gun is pointed to your head,
Not knowing if you will see the day comes to an end.
Pitch black, pitch dark, you see a flash back Of your percious life.
A moment of failure when the innocent is dead,
Their blood scatters across the land,
Making a painful sorrow sound as their moment comes to an end.